PART II. WEALTH - The Post-marital love
Chapter. 123. Lamentations at Eventide
Kural - 1221
Thou art not evening, but a spear that doth devour
The souls of brides; farewell, thou evening hour!
Live, O you evening are you (the former) evening? No, you are the season that slays (married) women.
Kural - 1222
Thine eye is sad; Hail, doubtful hour of eventide!
Of cruel eye, as is my spouse, is too thy bride?
A long life to you, O dark evening! You are sightless. Is your help-mate (also) as hard-hearted as mine.
Kural - 1223
With buds of chilly dew wan evening's shade enclose;
My anguish buds space and all my sorrow grows.
The evening that (once) came in with trembling and dimness (now) brings me an aversion for life and increasing sorrow.
Kural - 1224
When absent is my love, the evening hour descends,
As when an alien host to field of battle wends.
In the absence of my lover, evening comes in like slayers on the field of slaughter.
Kural - 1225
O morn, how have I won thy grace? thou bring'st relief
O eve, why art thou foe! thou dost renew my grief.
What good have I done to morning (and) what evil to evening?
Kural - 1226
The pangs that evening brings I never knew,
Till he, my wedded spouse, from me withdrew.
Previous to my husband's departure, I know not the painful nature of evening.
Kural - 1227
My grief at morn a bud, all day an opening flower,
Full-blown expands in evening hour.
This malady buds forth in the morning, expands all day long and blossoms in the evening.
Kural - 1228
The shepherd's pipe is like a murderous weapon, to my ear,
For it proclaims the hour of ev'ning's fiery anguish near.
The shepherd's flute now sounds as a fiery forerunner of night, and is become a weapon that slays (me).
Kural - 1229
If evening's shades, that darken all my soul, extend;
From this afflicted town will would of grief ascend.
When night comes on confusing (everyone's) mind, the (whole) town will lose its sense and be plunged in sorrow.
Kural - 1230
This darkening eve, my darkling soul must perish utterly;
Remembering him who seeks for wealth, but seeks not me.
My (hitherto) unextinguished life is now lost in this bewildering night at the thought of him who has the nature of wealth.